She is the most beautiful rose

Chapter 348 So tonight, let's party to our hearts' content!
The festive atmosphere at the end of the year was very strong. Lanterns and colorful lights were hung in the streets early in the morning. It snowed all night last night, and there was still a thin layer of snow on the trees this morning.

In the small square in the backyard of the tea house, Shen Manzhi, wrapped in a long down jacket, squatted on the ground, wearing cold-proof gloves, and put a pink bow on the "snow rabbit" before applying blush to the "rabbit".

Minglan had been there for a while, standing to the side with her arms crossed and brows furrowed. Finally, she couldn't help but ask, "How come you have so much free time?"

Shen Manzhi stroked the rabbit's pink ears. "Cherish it, I don't have much free time left."

Minglan bluntly exposed her, "You don't have to go to work, so you're always free."

Shen Manzhi laughed, "It's not like I made money lying down."

Those despicable rich people.

"The rabbit's ears are all crooked," Minglan shifted her focus to the snow, clicking her tongue lightly. "Have you ever seen a rabbit with three eyes?"

"I didn't build it."

"Who?"

"Sister Zhi!"

A bright voice came from inside the room. Minglan turned her head and saw the person rush out like an enthusiastic golden retriever with big ears, taking only a few steps to reach her.

"How's it going? How's it going?"

Afei crouched down next to Shen Manzhi, looking at the finished "rabbit" with admiration. "Sister Zhi, you're so skilled! It's perfect! Now no one will say my rabbit looks like a dog, right?"

Minglan watched with a mixture of emotions as the boy exaggeratedly took photos from different angles with his phone.

Shen Manzhi smiled, stood up, and patted the snow off her gloves. Her knee-length down jacket restricted her from moving around too much, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

Qin Yanfeng left very early in the morning, leaving a sticky note on the microwave where breakfast was placed, telling her to wear something warm.

She was about to grab any cotton-padded coat when she saw a down jacket hanging on the coat rack before leaving the house, so she wrapped herself in it and went out.

"Sister Zhi, I'm going in first, you guys chat!"

Ah Fei quickly darted back into the museum after taking the photos he was satisfied with.

Minglan rarely saw such a boisterous young person and didn't quite understand, "What kind of protection does such a lively monkey need?"

Shen Manzhi glanced at him indifferently.

Minglan understood, stroking her chin and saying seriously, "I get it, his naivety."

Before Shen Manzhi could make a move, he wisely put away his smug expression. "Don't worry, everything has been arranged. I checked everyone in this area yesterday. The entire East District is under my surveillance. If any suspicious persons enter or leave, I guarantee I'll receive firsthand information."

Shen Manzhi asked him, "What do you consider suspicious?"

“In our line of work, don’t we know who looks suspicious? Someone whose behavior is unclear, who is sneaky, or who looks fierce and has a clear purpose is a suspect.”

"What if He is a resident of the East Side or a regular customer of a certain store?"

Minglan raised an eyebrow, "Even if it were, how much of a threat could it pose? Besides, I have people both inside and outside the museum..."

He suddenly stopped; Shen Manzhi didn't seem like the type to dwell on this issue.

"what are you worried about?"

Shen Manzhi breathed a sigh of relief. The hazy winter sun shone through the clouds, bringing a slight warmth. She took off her gloves and unzipped her zipper a little.

"Accident."

Worried about something unexpected?

Minglan really wanted to ask, what kind of accident could happen? There are usually no accidents in places like the old streets, and the East District is close to the city center, with young people coming and going. Could there really be a case of vandalism, looting, and arson?

"It's normal for events to be crowded during holidays and festivals. Controlling the number of people shouldn't be a problem."

“I hope so,” Shen Manzhi said, narrowing her eyes slightly. “Keep a close eye on the people coming in and out of the East District and the tea house, especially the ones I mentioned.”

"no problem."

Minglan had to make arrangements in various places, so she left first.

Shen Manzhi remained standing in the same spot, her eyes stinging from the winter sun, and turned slightly to the side.

Helandai is an uncertain factor. Although she said on the surface that she would not take action against the people in the tea house, Shen Manzhi is now without anyone behind her, so it is hard to guarantee that she will not take the opportunity to make a move.

Of course, this is only one reason.

Shen Manzhi was more concerned about whether Helandai was connected to the foreign organization that "inherited" Delson's illegal experiments.

Such malicious assaults in Huaicheng will only become more frequent if left unchecked. And if Helandai is also involved, and they intend to frame Shen Manzhi, the East District Tea House would be the perfect place for such an "accident" to occur.

Although linking the two together is a bit far-fetched, Shen Manzhi had to consider this possibility, which is why she insisted on meeting Qin Yanfeng's friend.

She needed to find out as soon as possible who Helande was working for.

Around noon, Qin Yanfeng called.

Shen Manzhi was sitting on the DJ booth, wearing headphones and tuning the music. She didn't see the headphone screen light up. Then she was called to lunch, and when she picked up her phone again, it was already 2 PM.

The event started at 8 o'clock, and the venue opened at 6 o'clock. Apart from setting up the venue to create a festive atmosphere for the Lunar New Year's Eve, the rest of the time was spent practicing. Lunch was also simple. When Shen Manzhi had a free moment, she lay down in a beanbag chair and then checked her phone to see the missed calls.

Qin Yanfeng would usually send her a message first, and only call or video chat when he knew she was free.

Is there anything urgent?
The phone call didn't go through, and the message wasn't sent.

Shen Manzhi frowned and sent him a WeChat message asking what was wrong. Before receiving a reply, He Jia asked her to come over and check the lighting effects.

So the matter was put on hold until the museum opened at six o'clock in the evening, when she received a reply from Qin Yanfeng saying that he had finished his work and needed to go back to the old house first.

Shen Manzhi paused slightly on the phone keyboard, deleted the original question asking him what time it would end, and simply replied "okay".

As usual, people started coming in as soon as the venue opened at six o'clock. Because of the event being held in advance, there were more people than usual.

Shen Manzhi sat in the corner, her phone screen lighting up and then turning off.

He Jia walked over and handed her a bottle of cocktail. "It's almost ready. Go and get it done."

Shen Manzhi responded, got up, took the cocktail, and followed him backstage, then turned on her phone to take a look.

He Jia noticed that she seemed a little absent-minded and assumed it was about the matter mentioned yesterday. "Don't worry, all the customer information has been registered. Most of them are regular customers, and the customer flow is less than a hundred."

Shen Manzhi put away her phone, her expression slightly relieved. "Thank you for your hard work."

The event began with Jiang Yue's soothing love song to warm up the crowd. Friends gathered in twos and threes, drinking and chatting about their recent lives. As the music faded into the end, a dull drumbeat began to spread, attracting everyone's attention.

Ah Fei, wearing headphones, stood at the DJ booth, adjusting the audio. As he watched the crowd slowly gather, he smiled with half-closed eyes, lightly waving his fingers to liven up the atmosphere.

At 8 o'clock sharp, the music switched to a catchy R&B foreign song, with strong drum beats and bass rhythms that made people sway lazily to the music.

A spotlight shone down on the stage, focusing on the boy and drawing everyone's attention. His face, hidden in shadow, was concealed beneath his black hoodie.

However, regular customers in the audience quickly recognized him.

"I'll go, he's so handsome!"

"Is that Teacher Chen?! He should always wear that cool outfit!" "Little Chen's smile is so handsome..."

Seeing the reactions of these people, Afei's face lit up with a smile. He turned to look at the stage and couldn't help but whistle.

Chen Lin's attire today was quite different from his usual youthful hoodie and jeans. His hair under the hood was streaked with dye, and his entire body was dressed in a relaxed, black outfit, except for his fair and handsome face.

He held the microphone, tilted his head and pressed the earpiece, chuckled at the cheers from the audience, and then joined in the trap part of the song as the drumbeats beat.

The rhythm shifts to the next chorus. He puts the microphone on the tripod, and two boys dressed in black and wearing baseball caps jump up behind him, lazily bouncing to the melody. The next second, they smoothly join the rhythm of the music, and the charm of the big-framework hip-hop is fully displayed in the boys' dance moves.

"They didn't mention hiring professional dancers beforehand, but the power is just too impressive! Teacher Chen is so professional too?"

The girl stood in the front row, watching the person in the center's movements with great focus and excitement. When responding to her friend, she didn't even blink, exclaiming, "I told you everyone at Mingguan is a rising star! I want to become a fan of Teacher Chen!"

A friend teased her, "Weren't you a big fan of Ah Fei before?"

The girl's eyes lit up with excitement, "I don't care, I love Teacher Chen today!"

After the chorus ended, the dance segment lasted only thirty or forty seconds, and many audience members didn't even realize what was happening.

"The advertisement said there would be a dance performance, and I thought it would be like an abstract program for the company's New Year's Eve party. I didn't expect the tea house to be so formal. I didn't even get a good look at it just now."

"I was so focused on who was handsome that I missed the atmosphere. What a pity."

"Me too, can we do it again? I really want to see it!"

Before I could even express my excitement, the next piece of music started playing.

Afei skillfully controlled the smooth transition of the music. It was a song with a slightly stronger rhythm than the previous one. The stage lights came on again, Chen Lin left the stage, and the two boys on stage danced together.

The atmosphere in the audience was instantly ignited. Although most of them were not dance enthusiasts, they were attracted by the dancers' professionalism and immersed in the rhythmic swaying.

After another thirty seconds, the music switched to the next melody, and the lights came on again with two new dancers.

The tea house lived up to expectations, satisfying the audience's visual enjoyment.

Unlike story-based lyrical dances that rely on visual appeal, these choreography pieces, which are purely based on rhythm, beat, and lyrics, are more likely to quickly capture attention in such an environment.

Three different upbeat melodies followed, with beautiful transitions at the end of each melody, naturally connecting to the next catchy tune, while the spotlight shone on the only dancer on stage.

The man wore a baseball cap over a black hoodie, and in the shadow of the overhead light, only half of his face with its smooth lines could be seen. His footwork rocked to the upbeat and varied beat of the music, and as he made a long, groove motion around his chest, he lifted the hem of his shirt to match the melody, revealing his slender, snow-white waist in a fleeting sway.

The next second, the large frame opens the arms and then lowers the head from the brim of the hat, and the action of taking a kiss from the lips is thrown out. All the movements are precisely in time with the beat. Strands of hair fall down by the ears, and when the head is tilted, a casual smile overflows from the red lips, directly hitting the audience's heart.

"My sister is so cool!"

"I think I can see my sister's abs? What a beautiful waistline!"

One of the guys exclaimed, "How come he's even more handsome than us men?"

The girl laughed from the side, "When girls are cool, you guys are no match for them."

The broken beat section ends with a familiar early pop dance track.

In the dim lighting, the tall female dancer took off her black hooded jacket and baseball cap and tossed them to the side, casually tossing her long, loose hair to reveal her delicate features, demonstrating what true beauty is.

Jiang Yue stood to the side and took a picture with his phone. The person in the picture exuded a free and unrestrained beauty.

At the same time, two female dancers jumped up from backstage and stood behind her. The main rhythm fell, and the three of them took two cool jazz steps forward with their feet in time with the beat. Their slightly raised chins and hawk-like eyes were full of aggressive disdain, and their body strength extended and exploded just right.

He spun around in the center position, his hand stroking upwards from his neck, and a plume of smoke rose from his lips.

Her beauty and confident composure under the spotlight drew gasps from the audience.

The tassel accessories hanging from the waist fluttered up, the supple waves passing from the shoulders to the fingertips, and then subtly vibrating at the waist, quietly freezing the power.

At the moment the heavy blow exploded, he turned around, his body flowing like water with a sense of controlled stillness, his long hair drawing a fan-shaped trajectory.

Especially in the center position, her long, smooth hair, reaching her waist, swung out in an elegant arc, with purple highlights at the ends, making her look like a glowing elf under the spotlight.

"That's the cool iron-hitting jazz!"

"I'm gone, my sister is fishing for me, waaaaah..."

"How can this hair be so smooth and beautiful?"

It's as if the strands of hair are dancing to the music.

"The girl in the center position is so beautiful that I'm smitten. She's both cool and beautiful, but she looks so familiar."

"She's the sister who sang 'Hush' with Jia Ye last year and played the drums. She's super pretty!"

"It's her? The one who trended on social media for her beauty last year? I love her so much!"

My friend chuckled, "You said you love Teacher Chen today."

The girl was both amused and exasperated. "Who can resist the allure of a pretty older sister?"

As the melody fades away, the body movements return to the comfort of bounce. The dancers who were previously dancing gather around, swaying gently to the beat. Everyone is free and relaxed. The next second, the music resumes, and the movements are neatly connected again, dancing a light and relaxed version of "Down".

After adjusting the audio, as soon as the enthusiastic intro to "Last Call" started, Afei grabbed his guitar and jumped from the DJ booth to the center of the stage, naturally connecting with Jiang Yue, who came on stage from the other side, to join the song.

La da da da da-da da da-da
Another song 'bout getting drunk,

(Another song about getting drunk)
I know you've heard it all before
(I know you've heard this before)
But honey loosen up
(But relax, baby)

Round abouts and ups and downs,

(Ups and downs)
Yeah, we've all been on a journey,

(Yes, life is a long journey)
But we're here right now.

(But we are gathered here now.)
The lyrics were displayed on the large screen on the stage, and combined with the singer's enthusiasm, the crowd below was instantly ignited.

The young man was full of vigor, strumming his guitar and singing along, keeping time with the beat, exuding a passionate and positive attitude under the colorful stage lights.

In the second chorus, Afei held the microphone up to the audience, his hair slightly damp, and he laughed freely and flamboyantly.

So tonight,

(So ​​tonight)
Let's get high!

(Let's party!)

Pass that joint and kill that vibe,

(Passing on tacit understanding eliminates unpleasantness.)
……

Rock music not only brings a release of pressure, but also a declaration of passion and freedom. The performers' enthusiasm further propelled the event into a wave of revelry.

Shen Manzhi had already left the stage, put on a hoodie and stood outside the crowd. She opened a bottle of wine, drank half of it in one go, her heart still pounding. She looked at the boy on the stage with a smile in her eyes.

Some people recognized her as the center of attention during her dance on stage. Surprised, they stared at her for a long time, finding it hard to believe that such a cold and alluring beauty could be connected with the cool and unrestrained person who had just been on stage.

As the excitement reached its peak, the smile in her eyes vanished without a trace.